Ethan POV
My mother talked about us going to this bastards restaurant so that Lily could learn to cook better.
Lily and I were forced to survive on our own.
Lily picked up cooking and got better with time. It was a way for her to escape and feel safe. I made sure she got those moments, whatever the cost.
Making Lily happy always made me happy.
"So! How about tomorrow night? You don't have a problem with that, do you, dear?" My mother said in such a sickly sweet voice.
He looked at her and smiled. But it didn't reach his eyes.
It was a red flag moment.
Something wasn't right.
"That's perfect dear, we can go around eight pm. The place isn't busy around that time." He said. Staring straight at Lily.
"And if we don't go?" I asked. Challenging my mother.
